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(From the top to the bottom)
From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core of the rotten
Stopping just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So, I'm bright in the sky
And I'm far from a rapist
Thinking "why did I try?"

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core of the rotten
Stopping just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So, I'm bright in the sky
And I'm far from a rapist
Thinking "why did I try?"

From the thread to the needle, middle-to-end
When skies cock back and shock that which couldn't defend
The rain then sends dripping an acidic question
Forcefully, the power of suggestion
Then, with the eyes tightly shut, looking through the rust
And rot and dust, a spot of light floods the floor
And pours itself upon the world of pretend
Then the eyes ease open and it's dark again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core of the rotten
Stopping just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So, I'm bright in the sky
And I'm far from a rapist
Thinking "why did I try?"

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core of the rotten
Stopping just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So, I'm bright in the sky
And I'm far from a rapist
Thinking "why did I try?"

In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up

Moving all around, screaming of the ups and downs
Pollution manifested in perpetual sound
And as wheels go 'round, the sunset creeps
Past the street lamps, cars, chainlinks and concrete
A window then grows and captures the eye
And cries out yellow light as it passes it by
A small black figure sits in front of a box
Inside a box of rock with the needles on top
Nothing stops in this land of the chain
When brains lose, not knowing they were part of the game
And then insides grow but the box stays the same
A shame - shovel up the pieces of the pain
You could try to hide yourself in the world of pretend
But when the paper's crumpled up, it can't be perfect again

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core of the rotten
Stopping just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So, I'm bright in the sky
And I'm far from a rapist
Thinking "why did I try?"

From the top to the bottom
Bottom to top, I stop
At the core of the rotten
Stopping just what I thought
The sun has escaped us
So, I'm bright in the sky
And I'm far from a rapist
Thinking "why did I try?"

In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

Yeah, I got you caught in the act
You better step back
Telling me that I'm seeing right through you

In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies have piled up

In a minute, you'll find me
Eyes burn me up
You say you'll never forget me
But the lies keep piling up

The Microphone Molesta'
Machete undresser
Stupid dope fresh tight sh*t resurrector
Top gun yeah mon best of the besta'
The living MC peace and resta'
Successa, the flexa gunna'
The make funna the advisary make runna'
Make summa cold with rhymes that spit
Kickin' gifted, lifted, deliquent 'wit
I be the prophet, my hand
Top it, stop it, felt like rockin when I rock it
Locked it down with this perverse verse
Every f*ckin' curse I burst to hurt
Move crowds physical fitness rhymes
Coke heads couldn't do my lines
Decorated like christmas pines, my batallion rocks
MCs become sillohouettes of shock

Chorus:
Reading my eyes will say it in many ways
Losing my pride will save it in many days

Hit the dirt
Because the words I spit will do more than just rip your shirt
I'll b*tch slap your soul
Get back the track control
You coming at me?
You can't hack it though
So ridiculous
Watching my crew get sick with this
Wickedness
Pitchin this
Lyrical viciousness
To crews and cliques
Maiden, men, and mistresses
This is my life
The twilight, the fight night
And trying to see nothing but the highlights
When I write
These eyes on horizons
Die for my son, cry wrongs and Krylon
Fire on, rude men telekinetically
Esoterically beats become a clarity
Feel verities, heroism, and heresy
And sever every MC I see with severity

Chorus

Why not
What a keep (3x)

Why not give me what I came to deserve
Why not give me what I came to believe (2x)

Of course, you know what a fuse is. It’s a long piece of cord, impregnated with gun powder.
When you strike a match, and light it, it burns—fitfully—spiraling to its end, at which there is a little surprise.

From the planet of Krypton
Insurin’ suit emcees who’ll be ripped on
You fell off, and it’s my lyric sheet you slipped on
Get gone, spit on mics made in Hong Kong
Rock on, sing songs were mightier than King Kong
Or Donkey Kong
You think you want me, or want this? You want some?
Hold your reputation for ransom
With these here handsomely-crafted tactics
To break a sneak emcee like a cheap prophylactic
Galactic, space out gab that grabs attention
Got heads noddin’ like a Pez Candy Convention
Ride on patch traps, gas tracks, and sections
Kid says this, he’ll need witness protection

Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I’ll be here
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I’ll be here

Yo, dig this
Yo, it’s the junkyard, crooked letter, s-c-ientific
Duck us, the ruckus; I’ll bring stings your eardrum
Hear one, la-la-let loose, find me fearsome
Opposin’ troops on my home front shall be gone
Testin’ the eight hundred-eighteenth battalion
Shall I go on? Crews run like rebels
Enola Gay rhymes kick the notch up a level (in intensity)
Send back attacks that you sent to me
Blow up your spot with grenades that were meant for me
Empty three versus R-33 emcees
Quick, change your gear, puttin’ shrapnel in the breeze
Lead emcees with enemy companies
With my head full of lyrics, talkin’ ‘bout, you want these? (please)
Don’t even speak the name of the channels and go low-gadget mic shit
Put it down like pens for my friends and my fam
Better dodge or I’ll ram this mic, shot through the back of an emcee’s hand
With the strength of He-Man, offenders don’t want that
Close-bodied fields in hand-to-hand combat
Battle cats, it’s like the sectional speech
Warfare words flashing at core to see
Compete for days, lyrical shots get lit
Don’t question my intention when your butt gets kicked

Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I’ll be here
(Tech broke italic syllabic attacks)
Try to see the light
Can you see it?
I’ll be here
(You want these emcees with lyrical back smacks?)

This is how it's done going for the title and crown
Renowned MC's surround as the beat breaks down
In 2 elements collidin' at those that bring the best and it's
The M-I, C the way it ought to be finessed,yes
Yes am I the one to keep you on your toes?
(most)Definitely in my b-boy pose
It's the-a electric pulling you in with a slight twist
Touch your chin to your chest to the rhythm like this

Chorus:
and I see what I have, I want you
To be with me or Stick n' Move
Now I see what I had,and I want you
To be with me or Stick n' Move

MC's dogging me since the first day I grabbed the mic
Now it's like Sit! Stay!
Cobra Kai flystyles I'm kickin'
Stickin' MC's real quick 'cause times tickin'
At the drop of a defense, I let loose a venom
Sendin', a shot of verbal heat up in them
The ending is done, grab your family and run
Apocalyptic rhyme pattern taking shots at the sun
Record industry rule, four-thousand-eighty-one
Question my intentions and your whole world is done
Like Forrest you'll run, turn your eyeballs into Saturn
Full Metal Jacket fully auto rhyme pattern

Chorus

Stick it, rock your whole clique and I'm wicked,
Move it, moving all the tunes and you groove it (4x)